Painkillers, drink a sip
Only a day filled with dread
When will things change?
When will you learn?
Poison system
Hopeless mission
When will you listen?
When will you miss him?
Canned, stuffed
Into a box,
That's me
Can't you see?
Spring has supposedly come I'm reminded of the hymn we used to sing: "What a wondrous time is spring, When all the trees are buddi...
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